Monday, 26 March 2018
Virago
Her manner always myriad,
where a life is blown,
unlike mine let it be said,
never mean she calls the sea,
an artists bright unknown,
for this old has been,
if in danger of losing cred,
she cries don't frown,
says I'll see you less,
you never leave this street,
and cannot pray for calm,
she shakes her keys,
with lipstick instead,
her skin golden brown,
she lights my bed,
a loving heed,
for all I've known,
not for her a sense of ease,
our daily bread,
is warm as toast,
she who lightly treads,
down my path alone.
Sunday, 25 March 2018
Valentino
What it means to cry,
within a screaming gale,
no use trying to lie,
in your bones,
you don't need a trial,
to find yourself alone,
studying a time,
when all your measures fail,
and you search for style,
can you atone,
when love forever fails,
and shame marks your home,
flip a coin see the sky,
talk of finding sail,
you always leave this way,
drink wine from broken cones,
search for desolate mail,
throw stones at ghosts,
say it's worse than jail,
forsaken all the while,
when you hit the trail,
walk that lonely mile.
Saturday, 24 March 2018
Victor
We stretch out sunny days,
your smile's an absence seen,
now you're going away.
you bring me the news,
like a gunman's face,
when you know the truth,
falling with the rain,
on St Anthony's quay,
it kills then leaves again,
looking for something in you,
a need to find some ease,
no more village blues,
tho' I work and save,
whenever there's a need,
I always feel the nail,
the love we tooled,
always makes you queen,
but now you're cool,
meeting friends in warm cafe's,
a burned out empty feeling,
maybe hot tea and cakes,
something leaking.
Vinnie
Is it just in time,
your mother's greeting,
who dances a different rhyme,
she won't hear good news,
anything that's easy,
covers up the truth,
love is the real crime,
a stamping ground for envy,
no hint of being fine,
why disguise the news,
she doesn't do breezy,
or let anyone forget you,
the time you spend inside,
you shake your car keys,
it only nourishes the mind,
why disguise the Blues,
every day's no Odyssey,
but she's no fool,
if you need explosive ease,
in what you cannot find,
or nothing seems to please,
she buys cheap wine.
Friday, 23 March 2018
Uta
All of life brings hope,
don't disturb the waves,
or worry about the rope,
never stoop to choose,
or firmly close the gate,
on hell you live through,
you're not a dope,
to encourage open play,
as if you had no scope,
if you want good news,
let others stand and gape,
what you give is true,
wonder if you'll cope,
you'll always have your say,
stand tall don't mope,
separate the Blues,
for a distant tide or sail,
a ship goes with you,
something you can clone,
it's never too late,
what you achieve alone
makes you great
Wednesday, 21 March 2018
Ula
Nothing else to gain,
a knife to your throat,
is this a holy escape,
they'll arrive soon,
frenzied on the waves,
sneering at everything that's true,
you'll survive the wait,
step closer to the zone,
temper fear, never hesitate,
or mind their hooks,
you'll always have a throne,
forgive wayward looks,
heal your broken gaze,
you're not a rolling stone,
like a Brigand seeks escape,
no need to swoon,
don't worry about the rope,
you are no one's fool,
it's not too late,
they will swear and go,
you can come home,
you're too cool for fate.
Una
Do you cook with gas,
turn the flame down,
make your love a blast,
face like a stone,
the way you look now,
it's not worth going home,
silken men who're trapped,
when you're in gowns,
always collapse,
they ring you like ghosts,
life's not your own,
to stay at your post,
drink wine aghast,
your head like a clown,
a scarf worn for Mass,
won't leave you alone,
consider them gone,
pick up your tomes,
there's just enough past,
to make you hurl,
say enough, Basta,
you're never that girl.
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